The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 47

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane**

**Crest 47**

**Chapter 47**

**Cassian**

“Have you managed to uncover the identity of Moonlight yet? What about the security footage I asked for?” My voice cuts through the air, laced with impatience.

Liam, sitting across from me, shakes his head slowly, the disappointment evident on his face. “The entire floor where Moonlight operated? No footage exists. It’s not merely erased; it was never recorded in the first place.”

A wave of disbelief crashes over me. “What do you mean, ‘never recorded’?” The words tumble out, incredulous.

He leans back, crossing his arms, his brow furrowing. “I mean to say that all the cameras on that floor were inexplicably powered down for nearly two hours that day. There’s a complete absence of any record.”

Cursing under my breath, I can’t help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration. Could Moonlight truly be that skilled? It’s unnerving to think that someone could slip through our fingers so easily.

“There is, however, one lead,” Liam continues, his tone shifting to something more conspiratorial. “I have a contact in the Giancarlo family who mentioned that Moonlight has also been engaged by his boss for some tasks. Apparently, the hacker’s agents let something slip.”

I lean forward, my curiosity piqued. Any scrap of information about Moonlight has been nearly impossible to obtain. If it weren’t for the fact that they exposed my mole, I might have doubted their existence altogether.

“What did you hear?” I press, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Moonlight is a woman,” he reveals, his voice low.

I raise my eyebrows, the revelation sparking a flicker of intrigue. It’s not a lot, but if it’s accurate, it significantly reduces the pool of potential suspects.

“Fascinating,” I reply, my mind racing with possibilities. “Liam, reach out to Angelo Giancarlo’s associates. I need the contact details for Moonlight’s agents. I have a feeling I might need to employ a hacker myself.”

*****

**Gemma**

After a delightful dinner, I step into my home, the familiar warmth wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. My eyes catch the notification icon on my messaging app, and a grin spreads across my face as I see who it’s from.

I tap to open the message and read aloud, “Moonlight, I’m an agent working for Cassian Blackwell. My client wants to hire you. I’ll pay ten times your market rate.”

A snort escapes my lips, the sheer arrogance of the message making me chuckle. The slip of saying “I’ll pay” instead of “he’ll pay” is a dead giveaway.

This isn’t some anonymous agent; it’s Cassian himself, trying to play it cool.

I can’t help but smile, excitement bubbling within me. This is going to be a delightful game.

Settling onto the couch, I click my tablet’s keyboard into place, already picturing the banter to come. My fingers dance over the keys, crafting a response.

**MOONL16H7:** Sorry. I’m not interested in a project for Cassian Blackwell.

I lean back, chewing on my thumb, a grin plastered across my face. Moonlight is the perfect guise for me to unleash my sassiness on Cassian.

Let him feel what it’s like to be the one who has to plead for something for once.

**User3560486:** Why is that?

The response comes almost instantaneously. He’s invested in this, I can tell.

**MOONL16H7:** Not a fan.

**User3560486:** You said you know him. I assumed you were clever enough to figure things out.

I roll my eyes again. First, he insists I don’t know the job details, and now he wants something from me before revealing what those details are.

Typical arrogant jerk. Just like every other man running a crime family.

Whatever. I’m done with this nonsense.

**MOONL16H7:** Tell your boss my team takes jobs based on vibes, and I’m not feeling yours. You could offer 100 times my going rate, and I still wouldn’t take the job… unless you call me Daddy, Mr. Blackwell.

I can’t help but picture the expression on Cassian’s face as he reads this. The sheer outrage at the audacity of someone daring to address him in such a way.

Laughter bubbles up, and before I know it, tears stream down my cheeks. Zina, hearing the commotion, emerges from her room, alarmed.

“What in the world are you up to?” she asks, her eyes wide.

I show her my screen, and her laughter erupts, contagious and infectious. She collapses onto the floor, clutching her stomach as she gasps for breath.

“Holy shit, girl! I can’t believe you just said that to him! Ugh, I wish I could see his face!”

*****

**Cassian**

With a surge of frustration, I slam my laptop shut with such force that it cracks under the pressure. Anger bubbles within me, a tempest I can hardly contain.

I stab the intercom button with my finger, my voice dripping with irritation. “Adam! Get me another hacker. One who’s competent enough to take Moonlight down!”